It’s been a quiet week for me on the blog, though not a quiet week in my life. In fact, this has been one of the most stressful, exciting, physically and psychologically draining weeks I can remember.
We moved into our new house the beginning of this week and it has been a heck of a ride.
- Saturday night into Sunday (day before our move) – major snowstorm, a foot of snow, two houses to clear of snow to get ready for the move the next day. I’m up until 1 a.m. packing.
- Movers arrive Monday and tell me late afternoon that they’re not going to be able to get us moved into our new house that day. Sinus cold sinks its teeth into me. I buy contact solution and we stay with friends that night.
- I meet the movers at the new house first thing Tuesday morning, temperature is clocking in around 2º. They plow through the trucks and have everything wrapped up by early afternoon. I haul approximately 4 carloads of trash/recycling to the dump.
- I take my daughters to annual doctor checkups and come home to a freezing house. After about half an hour I realize there is no heat on the first floor and come to suspect we have a frozen pipe (heat is hot water baseboards). Panic sets in as I picture bursting pipes and major damage on our first night in the house.
- Snow has started falling again. Sinus headache is pounding.
- I drive in blinding snow back to the old house to load the car up with one more load for the dump. I get to the entrance and my car wheels just spin, I can’t get up the hill.
- I drive back to the old house and burst into tears. Allow myself approximately five minutes of self-pity, then decide I will try one last time to get up the hill, make it this time, and unload all the trash in freezing cold, driving snow.
- Drive home to the new house basically blind from the snow, still no heat, we eat take-out soup sitting on beach towels on the second floor hallway floor.
- Wednesday morning, another foot of snow on the ground, five year old feels sick, stays home from school. I get a call from preschool an hour later that three year old is feeling sick, we leave to pick her up and five year old vomits all over garage floor.
- Meanwhile, pipe has been thawed by a plumber, heat is working.
- Babysitter shows up so I can go back and clean the old house. I arrive at house to realize I left snow shovel at new house and can’t shovel the front walk.
- I spend three hours feverishly vacuuming, wiping surfaces, and cleaning toilets, load my car up again, and head back to my poor sick girls.
- Get them to bed, unload the car for the nine thousandth time, take my first shower in four days.
- Thursday morning, wake up, jump right in the car, drive to old house with both girls still sick and with me, shovel walkway, clean the last of the things out of the house, and drive away with the car packed to the roof for what feels like the hundreth time this week.
- Go sign papers to officially sell the house and finally have just one house to worry about!
- Come home feeling a weight lifted and realize one of the garage doors is not working and the mudroom and garage overhead lights are no longer turning on.
But you know what?…I will deal with those things in the new year. For now I am going to try to unpack a few boxes here and there, and try to appreciate the small accomplishments, like unpacking our dishes and getting some glassware on the shelves.
My parents were telling me tonight that on their first night in their house they had raw sewage back up into their basement. So after I recounted the week’s dramas to my dad he said, “Well. At least you don’t have poop on your floor.” Small victories here this week, friends. I don’t have poop on my floor.
And even with all of the chaos of this week, I am so happy to be moved in, feel so fortunate that we found this house, and am certain we are going to love this neighborhood. The woman across the street walked over tonight with a little welcome gift and to say hello. Such a small kindness but it felt huge to me and was just the kind of warm atmosphere we hoped to find in this neighborhood.
I’ll be popping in next Monday with my all-time favorite Christmas cookie recipe and then things will probably be a bit quiet around here again for a week or so. I need some time to detox, relax, and focus on my family and the happiness of Christmas, which has gotten pretty lost for me this week. I had a few tutorials planned for you but life kind of knocked me upside the head this week. Time to shut it down for a bit.
Thanks for sticking with me. Promise I’ll have lots and lots going on in the new year once I get going on the new house! First project: kitchen butcher block counter.